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time successfully under cultivation, but only by 

 ceaselessly giving it the aqueous conditions under 

 which alone it will prosper, and even then it 

 appears to presently miss the pure ozone of the 

 wind-swept mountain slopes, and succumbs in spite 

 of our efforts to make it believe that a suburban 

 garden is practically the same thing as a Yorkshire 

 moorland or a spur of Ben Nevis. In our rock- 

 garden it finds its home with the royal ferns, forget- 

 me-nots, yellow iris, Impatiens fulva, and such-like 

 lovers of abundant moisture. The plant is hope- 

 lessly misnamed ; it has no botanical association with 

 the grasses, no special connection with Parnassus ; 

 to call it Fungus of Filey would be an equally ap- 

 propriate alternative title. Amongst our moisture- 

 loving plants we reared for some time several 

 plants of Sarracenia purpurea, a bog-plant that a 

 friend brought us over from Canada, but presumably 

 our English winter was too uncertain and change- 

 able for its well-being. At all events, to our great 

 regret, it presently tired of us, for it was an interest- 

 ing plant to possess. 



Many plants commend themselves to us from 

 their utility as creepers or climbers, the first 

 rambling over the ground or lower rock-work, the 

 second ascending tree -trunks or other available 

 means of support. The two convolvuluses that 

 we have already dealt with are admirable repre- 

 sentatives of these two sections, but there are 



